Chapter 32 There is a happy event, and the follow-up is planned
Returning to the top of the mountain, I met a lame man carrying a basket of vegetables from the vegetable garden.
After standing still and saying a few words, the lame man turned to look at the wooden donkey that was lagging under the shade of the tree, and cursed: "The donkey is so lazy that it is not tied up with a rope, so it will be lazy and can't find any flour to grind."
You, hurry up to the town tomorrow and hire a swine fan to cut off your sinful balls, and then you won’t run around in a fit of rage.”
After cursing, he took the two pieces of snake body from the hands of the viewer, limped and walked to the kitchen feeling unhappy.
Zhang Wenfeng looked with sympathy at the donkey, which clamped its hind legs and slowly turned its head. He almost laughed out loud, shook his head, and walked towards the backyard. The lame uncle was very angry. It seemed that he knew about the hunchback thing.
The donkey cursed in a low voice: "You lame old donkey, your words are useless. You want to harm Mr. Donkey who hasn't eaten meat yet. You have bad intentions. It will strike like lightning. Be careful that Mr. Donkey will lash out at you."
Crotch..."
When the viewer turned around, the donkey went to cool off in the shade of a tree as if nothing had happened.
After washing his face and hands, he went to the main hall to burn a stick of incense and offered three hawthorns. Zhang Wenfeng sat cross-legged on the wheat straw futon in the east, meditated with his eyes closed, chanted sutras, and practiced daily, without interfering with his second senior brother who was meditating in the west.
When I opened my eyes again, the light in the main hall was dim and the fragrance and mist were gone.
Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the hall feeling very comfortable.
As the sun sets in the west, the rays of rays illuminate the top of the mountain, creating a beautiful red color.
The donkey was bathed in a red light, its black skin shimmering, and it stood motionless like a statue.
The second senior brother came out from the kitchen to help. When he saw that the contemplative master had finished his meditation, he called out: "Contemporary master, dinner is ready."
"Coming."
Zhang Wenfeng walked down the steps to the kitchen step by step, feeling peaceful and relaxed.
He thinks that practicing in this way is true cultivation, which is very good.
After the meal, Zhang Wenfeng signaled the old cripple to stop working in a hurry. He took out the three taels of silver ingots from his arms and put them on the table. Facing the surprised and surprised looks of the two people, he took out the silver-gray token and explained:
"I found a job as an errand boy in the Daolu branch of the city. I get a salary of ten taels of silver every month. This is part of the spoils I got from participating in the suppression of bandits yesterday. Uncle Lame, you and your second senior brother go to the market to choose one of the best.
After buying back the bull for plowing, plus the money from selling the cow with a broken leg last time, you can buy some thick winter clothes and shoes. From now on, I will probably use that donkey as a mount, when I go to and from the city more often."
He only talked about the salary of the law enforcement guards of the guests, but did not mention the salary of the civilians.
When the wanderer in the town who is haunted by the ghost of the third generation goes up the mountain, he will definitely be recognized as the master of the Daolu branch.
Now that he has an official status, the time is right to reveal his identity to two of his own people, so it is no longer a problem.
The old cripple took the silver-gray token in a daze, suddenly woke up and realized that his hands were still oily and hot, so he held a corner of the token and handed it to the second senior brother.
He wiped his hands vigorously on the apron around his waist.
His wrinkled old face showed an expression of excitement and ecstasy, and he could only giggle.
He is a veteran of the world, but he has a deep understanding of the weight of official status, so he hurriedly agreed: "Okay, okay, we won't use the donkey to grind the flour, and leave it to you, so as not to damage the skin and make it look ugly."
.Your business is more important.”
The second senior brother took out a piece of cotton cloth and carefully wiped off the oil and water on the token.
He didn't know much about the duties of the guest law enforcement guard in Daolu Branch than the lame man, but the salary of ten taels of silver made him gasp.
As far as he knew, the monthly salary of the swordsmen and pen officials in the city seemed to be eight coins.
Of course, other shady jobs don’t count, but if you add them all up, your annual income is estimated to be only twelve or three taels of silver. What about the expenses of the whole family? Not much can be left behind at the end of the year.
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Suddenly, he thought that he might have had some doubts the day before yesterday, because the feeling the viewer gave him was very different from usual.
Facing the questioning look of his second senior brother, Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly.
He took out a white jade tablet again and handed it to the second senior brother who was suddenly excited, and said: "The breakthrough happened a few days ago. Too many things happened in the past two days, so I postponed talking about it until today."
The second brother's hands were trembling slightly. He took the white jade tablet and looked at it over and over. It took him a long time to suppress his excitement and said: "Master, he can finally smile. The master of the temple has helped him fulfill his unfulfilled wish. Immeasurable Blessings!
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Only in this way can we explain that the monastery master's monthly salary for joining the Daolu branch was twelve taels.
Practitioner, he finally saw the living monks described in the classics.
The old lame man didn't react. He looked at this and then that. He slapped the table and shouted dissatisfied: "You two boys, why are you playing riddles to fool your lame uncle? It's a happy event. Please speak human words quickly. You have to worry about me."
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He is good at external skills, but not very proficient at internal communication, so he cannot bear his temper.
Asking him to read Taoist scriptures would cost him his life. He could not understand the conversation between the two.
Zhang Wenfeng collected the two brands and said to the excited second brother:
"You and the lame uncle are chatting with each other, and I'm going to go eat first. By the way, you are going to go to Zhangjiazhuang in a few days, bring a detection instrument, and test all the little guys between the ages of seven and eight to fifteen.
Once again, as long as the qualifications are suitable and the family agrees, they can be brought to the mountain to learn Taoism, take care of food and clothes, and have thirty Wen pocket money every month."
In order to take care of food and clothing, as well as an allowance of thirty cents a month, the Zhang family in Zhuangzi wanted to send their children to the mountains, especially the eight- and nine-year-old dogs.
The little guy who can't help the family with a few chores and only eats a lot of food can give him peace of mind and an income.
It's hard to tell for older people over twelve years old. It's definitely cost-effective to stay at home and work.
The second senior brother hurriedly agreed. In the past, Taoist temples had little money and it was difficult to recruit apprentices. Only families who could not afford food would want to send their children to Taoist temples.
But the master is lazy... The Taoist Patriarch was compassionate. The master was quiet and let nature take its course. He was not interested in worldly matters such as making money. After the Taoist temple was passed into the hands of his junior brother, his outlook finally changed.
"Be gentle, Uncle Lame, your hands are so strong that your bones are crushed. I will tell you what happened to the master's breakthrough..."
Zhang Wenfeng walked out of the door and walked under some ancient trees to the east.
The voices coming from the dining hall next to the kitchen gradually disappeared, and dusk began to fall outside.
He estimated that in a few moments, the town traveler named Gu Quan would also be carrying sacrifices up the mountain.
Suddenly, an old cripple was heard shouting in surprise from the canteen over there: "Have you really become a god?"
"Shh, please speak softly..."
The second senior brother comforted the startled lame man, and his voice was so low that he could no longer be heard.
Zhang Wenfeng walked slowly under the tree with a faint smile on his lips.
He was thinking about the source of the pool of water. He would go to the secret room again at night and look through the classics left by Master Xuanmu. After confirming that the pool of water was indeed spiritual spring water, he started to use money and his current identity to bring the west side to the west.
Two nearby abandoned hills were purchased and used as a Taoist temple property for farming and inheritance.
The donkey followed the circle silently. It liked to get close to the viewer.
There is a unique aura in the viewer's body that attracts him. He had never seen it before, but he only discovered it recently.